Dribble Passing As Poetry, Gives Succour To Soccer Fans by Michael Shea at Spillwords.com

Dribble Passing As Poetry, Gives Succour To Soccer Fans

Dribble Passing As Poetry,

Gives Succour To Soccer Fans

written by: Michael Shea

@calmsbehaviour

 

Split by the light as I stand on the podium, the lights burn four shadows
that bathe me in orange sodium; and I am to speak to the mass and yet alas
I am mute.
I am the messenger to deliver the meaning, necks are either craned from all four corners; bodies are leaning and, yet I have no horn with which
to toot.
This solace I cannot gain as I suffer in silence, the crowd turning ugly and soon there may be violence; and I have podium or staged dais fright
to boot.
The liquid which gives this cunning linguist his succour has abandoned with such vigour; the mutterings turn to twitters as fingers hastily flicker. I am naked
With no one to root.
Turning to look at the people behind me, the orange sodium glow blinds me and my own eyes find me; this is a scene from a bad dream and the point I make
Is moot.
Poems without sense and no literal literary meaning, the pond in which we delve literally teaming; tadpoles squirming in my waters, am I dreaming?
How cute.

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